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poppy-metal · 2 years

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listen. i’m blowing up your inbox and im sorry but i’m a wreck. TALK TO ME AB THE EMOTIONAL I NEED YOU SEX.

eddie’s passionate, and that definitely extends to sex, but you both are so overcome with love and gratitude that you’re both there and okay, and you’re being so gentle with him he wants to cry because he loves you so much. yall figure out why they call it “making love” that night

I was made for loving you.

a/n: this is my fix it fic. my comfort. my delusion.

cw: past fwb eddie x reader. feelings. reader is bad at them. soft sex. soft dom!eddie

why does the term 'making love' warm me up on the inside? i am disgusting.

thinking of being in a fwb situation with him before you went and saved the world together. you'd always kept him at arms length, he's just a punk and you did ballet type shit. but stumbling into your big empty house, dirty and grimy and sweaty, you don't seem that far apart. from that different of worlds.

he'd almost died. you'd had that second of bone chilling fear deep in your gut when the bats had taken him down. the screams you let out had your throat still feeling raw. you hadn't let go of his hand the whole ride home. the whole time he was being attended to. you hadn't spoken much.

you're still silent now, nawing on your bottom lip as you let him use your shower. the distant sound of the water fills your room and you can't handle it anymore. the distance. the being away from him.

he jumps, predictable and dramatic, when you open your bathroom door. he's got the shower running but he'd been sitting on the closed lid of the toliet, scrubbing his hands down his face, still fully clothed.

"jesus." he says, startled. he runs a hand through his bangs, making them stick up. "ever heard of knocking? what I'd been indecent?"

you come to him, knowing he's deflecting. "seen you naked before, munson."

he looks down at his hands on his lap. bites his bottom lip. "right."

you kneel down in front of him and put your hands on his knees, looking up at him. he has such big eyes. expressive. they can't hide anything from you. right now you can tell he's still terrified.

"you almost died, eddie."

you see his throat work around a swallow. his knee under your palm starts to shake a little. bobbing up and down. "i know. yeah i-" he takes a breath. closes his eyes and then opens them again. they look wet. "i know."

you grip him a little hard. your bottom lip trembles. "i almost lost you."

he smiles then. its a crooked, half little smile if a bit wobbly. "can't get rid of me that easily, sweetheart."

you know he uses jokes like this, his sarcasm, as a defense. usually you roll your eyes at it, let it roll off your shoulders like water and maybe say something biting back, even if you don't mean it. you can't find it in you to joke right now.

"I don't want to get rid of you." you say, completely serious. "eddie, you know that right? you know that i- that you-"

he looks at you. his eyes are that intense kind of dark they get before he kisses you. when he knows you're bluffing when you say something casual. like he can see inside you so easily. like its nothing. it never fails to make you feel stripped bare. naked.

"that you what?" his voice is soft. testing. his hands cover yours on his thighs, thumbs stroking over your knuckles.

you'd kiss him now usually. to avoid the truth of your feelings. to cover up, at least metaphorically, how naked he made you feel.

you swallow and instead of covering up, you stand slowly. his eyes track the movement until he's staring up at you, wide eyes framed by pretty lashes.

"that i need you." you say, simply. and then you're raising your hands to unbutton your tattered blouse. your hands trembling.

you've undressed in front of him more times then you can count, had him undress you. this is different. this means something. this is you letting him in.

he watches you, entranced. he always looks so worshipful. before you'd always dug your nails into his back to avoid those looks, dug your heels into his ass and taunted him in some way to make him fuck you hard not gentle.

gentle was what people who felt for eachother did. gentle was making love. gentle was being in love.

when you step out of your panties you're already slick between your legs. but you ignore that for now and reach for him. you want him bare too. you want nothing between you, nothing but skin and bones and flesh and aliveness. hes alive. hes okay. hes here.

"wanna feel you." you say, almost pleadingly as you guide him to stand. he's taller than you, your nose at his shoulders. your fingers delve into his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders. "need to- need to know you're okay. is that- is that okay?"

you'd never asked something like that before. but you genuinely want to know. maybe this isn't what he needs right now.

you hear his shaky inhale and then his hands are helping you, shaking just as much as yours to divest him of his clothes. you swallow when he steps out of his jeans. his body is beautiful. a work of art. pale and lean. your hand pets through the hair trailing down his navel, marveling at how his stomach flexea under your touch.

"i need" he stops and then starts again. "i need you too. so much. you don't know how much i do."

you peer up at him and let yourself smile as your hand reaches down to lightly grip the hard flesh between his thighs. his eyes flutter when your palm envelopes his velvety cock. stroking it once. "show me?"

when he looks at you, he looks pained. "I don't know if i can pretend I'm not fucking in love with you tonight, baby. i can't- i can't just fuck you like you weren't the last thing i saw before i thought i was gonna kick it."

you feel your chest crack open. you regret so much of your past. so much time spent pushing this beautiful boy away when you should have been pulling him closer. so much closer. letting him love you.

"i don't want to pretend anymore, eddie." you lean up on your tip toes to brush your lips against his. "make love to me."

he lets out a broken sound. a whimper almost, and then he's kissing you. hard at first and then gentle. his hands cup your face. tongue flicking against yours, melting into your mouth. "let me clean you up first, yeah? think we both need to not smell like sewage."

and you do. let him. and he lets you. you step into the lukewarm shower together and its the most intimate you've ever been with eachother. wandering hands gliding over wet skin, fingers massaging shampoo into hair. you hold eachother, chest to chest for awhile under the spray, fingers dancing between his shoulder blades as his stroke down your spine.

when you step out, you don't bother with towels, both needy now. you let him guide you back to your room, to your bed, where he lowers you down onto the soft plush of your bed.

"so pretty." he says against your stomach, kissing his way down. "you've got such a beautiful body. know you don't like me spending too much time on it- but god. that's all i want to do. take my time with you. love every inch of you with my mouth."

he kisses your pubic bone and you close your eyes. "let me?"

you spread your legs in response.

his mouth between your legs is wet and slippery. your cunt is a wet and open gash between your legs, weeping its blood, your slick, into his licking mouth. he's gentle, flicking your engorged clit with the slick muscle before gently wrapping his mouth around it.

one of his hands glides up the bed and you immediately let him enterlace your fingers, gripping onto him hard as he eats you out impossibly slow. he's looking up at you as he does, and you widen your legs as far as they'll go for him, feel the lips of your sex part under the insistent pressure of his lips and tongue.

you don't look away, holding his hand as you look down at him licking between your folds, delving his tongue deep between them. your mouth drops when he pushes it against your hole, trembling when he starts to lick it inside you. deep and broad strokes.

"eddie, i-" you can't finish the sentence, overwhelmed.

he comes up, his mouth wet and red from your juices and you feel the cool metal of his guitar pick necklace glide between your breasts as he lowers himself on top of you, melding your bodies.

he sees your eyes on the necklace and his shoulders are hitching in the next moment, as he distangles it from around his neck and through the mess of his hair.

you hold your breath, tears pricking as he places it around your neck. fingering it where it rests in your clavicle. "you look good with a little me on you."

your eyes water and you don't try to push back the tears as you spread your thighs around his waist. lift your hips to aid his gentle rocking between your legs. "you've always been on me." you swallow. "in me. i-in my heart. always."

he rests his forehead against yours, both of you holding your breath as the spongy head of him prods at your entrance, gliding between the slick folds and pressing against that tiny hole. it opens for him, as always.

"fuck." he sighs as he slides in. slides home. your body welcoming his inside it easily. "you're imprinted on my f-fucking soul, honey. drove me crazy that i couldn't show it to you."

you grip his back, feeling the muscles flex with the movement of your bodies swaying on the mattress. you're meeting his thrusts, moving your body with his, toes curling at his sides where they dangle around his moving hips.

"never- never gonna push you away again." you gasp, overwhelmed. this feels so good. intense. "dont let me eddie- need you. need you so much."

he shakes his head, sweaty forhead against yours. he's pressed so close to you, you can feel the sticky sweat between your bodies making your skin slip and slide against eachother. your cunt is making wet sounds around his cock filling you over and over.

"not gonna let you." he moans against your mouth, kissing you hard. he's punching the breath out of your lungs with each thrust. "you're mine. you hear me? mine the second you locked eyes with me in homeroom, mine the minute you approached me after school behind the bleachers, mine the second you let me inside you, mine the second you stepped through that door and told me to make love to you."

"eddie." you whine and pant, gripping yourself to him tight. "eddie im gonna-"

"do it, baby." he looks between your moving bodies where his flesh is steadily meeting yours, watches his cock glide in and out. watches the shine of your need for him coat his cock when he slides out and grunts when he thrusts back home. "you cum on me you're not getting away from this, from us. the moment you wet my cock you're saying you're mine. no going back."

his lips mesh against the lobe of your ear, grinding his pelvis hard into yours. hes so fucking deep.

"so. fucking. do. it." each word punctuated with a deep thrust.

your world whites out as you cum around him, shaking and moaning and clinging onto him. its the biggest thing you've ever felt. your heart feels like it can't even contain all its feeling. Its too much.

"im yours." you cry out, soaking his cock. "im yours, im yours."

he's fucking you harder now, moving against you desperately as he chases his own pleasure. "yeah you are." he moans, his fingers looping through his necklace around your neck and pulling so your head it tugged forward until your foreheads are knocking. "about time you caught up."

when he cums, you both moan. the warm splash of it filling your milking walls. "god your pussy." he whines, "it was made for me."

you wrap your arms around him. both of you anchoring the other.

"i was made for loving you, I think."

#ask #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie spaghetti #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 spoilers #stranger things x you #eddie x reader

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mrs-evadne-cake · 2 years

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On re-watch, there’s obviously a lot of huge character problems in Vol. 2 but the single most hilarious in how brain-breakingly out of character it is is that Steve just gives a casual ‘Eh, don’t worry about it. She’s fine.’ about Robin running off ahead BY HERSELF in a HELL DIMENSION where everything is either highly toxic or predatory and carnivorous and Nancy - whose best friend’s death RIGHT THERE IN THAT HELL DIMENSION has been a driving force of her character also not caring or thinking it’s the slightest cause for alarm. Like holy shit dudes. What the fuck is this.

#stranger things #stranger things spoilers #st s4 spoilers #stranger things season 4 spoilers #stranger things season 4 #i know the audience knows the upside down is only slightly more dangerous than just walking around normally for some reason this season #but they don't

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itsnowsnz · 2 years

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the fact that eddie munson and will byers never met is a crime to humanity and i expect every ao3 author to fix it.

#eddie munson #will byers #stranger things 4 #stranger things #byler #steddie #stranger things season 4 spoilers #i'm so disappointed #but ao3 will help

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renatapatata · 2 years

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"hi im robin and this is my girlfriend vickie but i also have a girlfriend named nancy who has a boyfriend named steve and steve has a boyfriend named eddie but nancy also has a boyfriend named jonathan who has a boyfriend named argyle who has a girlfri-"

#ik it wont happen but it would b funny to me if robin and nancy just got together #but then the writers wouldnt know what to do with steve and then theyd probs kill him off ☠☠#jk jk they better give em all happy endings 🤬#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things s4 spoilers #stranger things season 4 spoilers #st spoilers #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #argyle #jonathan byers #st s4

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jakejeffreyperalta · 2 years

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i want their friendship dynamic or i don't want friends

#BOTH OF THEM ARE ELITE #listen i did not expect jonathan to become a stoner but jesus fucking christ i like him much better now #stranger things season 4 spoilers #stranger things spoilers #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season four #stranger things #jonathan byers #steve harrington #robin buckley #argyle stranger things

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tsugarubecker · 2 years

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has this been done yet

#byler #byler tumblr #eddie munson #will byers #heartstopper #heartstopper netflix #pride 2022 #memes #st spoilers #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #st s4 v2 #duffer brothers #fuck the duffers #stranger things spoilers #stranger things season 4 spoilers #stranger things season 4 volume 2

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poormansmuse · 2 years

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So....Vol. 2 huh

#the bar was low but jfc #stranger things #stranger things season 4 spoilers #byler #steddie #ronance #will byers #eddie munson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #mike wheeler #joseph quinn #joe keery #natalia dyer #maya hawke #finn wolfhard #noah schnapp

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fezblr · 2 years

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will: “sometimes I think it’s just scary to open up like that. to say how you really feel. especially to people you care about the most. because what if they don’t like the truth?”

#it’s giving in the closet #stranger things #stranger things season 4 spoilers #stranger things 4 #byler #stranger things spoilers #1k #2k #3k #4k #5k #6k

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eddiemunsonrulesmylife · 2 years

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King Steve and Eddie the Freak

Obviously had to make a Steddie version of these classic XY Magazine photos 😎 Patreon

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novalunosiss · 2 years

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It’s almost been 24 hours since vol 2 came out and I’m still super pissed off, so here’s a list of everything wrong in volume 2.

Byler. Queerbait of the fucking century??? I would’ve been significantly less upset if they hadn’t advertised/marketed it so hard during pride month. And making the queer kid the sad gay vessel through which the straight couple thrives is nothing short of homophobic.

The deaths. They advertised this season as being particularly dangerous/full of death, which was a straight up lie. The only people who died were either antagonists or minor background characters, with the exception of Eddie (though it was extremely obvious from the start that he was canon fodder, much like Bob- despite how much I liked Eddie’s character, there was never a doubt in my mind that he wasn’t going to die.)

Max’s “death”. So I know I just did a section on the deaths but this one pissed me off so much I had to give it it’s own seperate section. Max’s “death” was a total copout. Don’t get me wrong, I love her character. But I wish she did die. Having someone die and be brought back to life is such a terrible, cliche, overused trope. It’s too safe of a choice. Where is the danger? I want to actually be scared that the characters I love might not make it out alive. And since when could El bring people back to life? That’s never been explored in the show before, making it completely out of place and confusing when watching the scene. Having Max die would’ve been impactful, and shown to the audience that any of the characters can die, not just new ones, or unimportant background ones. It would’ve raised the stakes! The scene where she “died” was heartbreaking and powerful, but then they negated that by bringing her back to life, rendering the scene pointless. They either should’ve actually genuinely killed her, or not have her “die” at all. Having that “in-between” sort of situation where she technically died, but came back to life (albeit in a coma) was super flaky, and imo, bad writing.

Speaking of bad writing, the time skip! This is genuinely one of the worst things I’ve seen implemented in the show. I generally don’t like time skips anyway, but at least the one at the end of s3 made sense. The main drama of that season was resolved, and they needed to show the Byers moving away. The time skip this season, however, made 0 fucking sense. The drama hadn’t been resolved, it just skipped like half of the climax and the entirety of the falling action, and went straight to the resolution (which wasn’t even a resolution at all). 2 days is a pretty big time skip to implement after skipping half the climax. What happened during those two days??? It was confusing as fuck, and none of the characters actions/behaviour during the “resolution” phase of the story made sense, maybe with the exception of Dustin and Lucas, who were shown to be grieving unlike almost everyone else. You’re telling me that Nancy, Robin and Steve just fought fucking Vecna, almost died, and some of their friends did die (if you count Max) and two days later they’re happily packing up a bunch of old belongings to donate, without a care in the world? And during that scene, there seemed to be little to no concern about Mike’s whereabouts from the entire Wheeler family until he actually showed up. They mentioned they’d been trying to contact them for days, but nothing about their demeanour beforehand implied concern.

The monologue. Need I even say more? It was cheesy, cringey, and made no narrative sense. The reasoning Mike gave for being unable to tell El he loved her was one of the stupidest reasons I’ve seen in media, ever. Where was the “amazing monologue” we were promised by the Duffers? That sure as hell isn’t what I’d call amazing. Finn is a great actor, and he’s done amazing monologues before (*cough cough*, the shed scene) so that isn’t on him, it’s on the shitty script. “I feel like my life first started when I met you in the woods”? Bullshit, and such a cruel thing to say in front of Will, who’s life was literally turned upside down on the exact same day. “I loved you since the moment I saw you”? Love at first sight is a cringey trope. Mike was 12 when he first met Eleven. He probably didn’t even know the meaning of love, especially when you take a look at how dysfunctional his parents marriage is/Nancy, his older sisters relationship at the time was. Also, how can he say he loved her the moment he saw her when he spent most of s1 trying to get rid of her (saying he was going to send her back to pennhurst) and calling her a “weapon”? El could’ve found strength to beat Vecna in something far more significant than a teenage boy telling her he loves her, but noooo.

Will’s painting. I really feel like I don’t have to elaborate on this one. It just fucking sucked. They built it up like it was going to be some really important declaration of love from Will to Mike, only to have it be used to help further Mileven. Also the actual painting was ass, and all the fan theories about it were way better and more meaningful. (Like the idea we all had of the swingset where Mike and Will first met, or even just a painting of the two of them as their D&D characters, but SEPERATE from the rest of the group so it was actually obvious what the painting meant.)

The upside down thing with Henry?? I don’t even know what’s going on there. It was super confusing. Is the mind flayer actually Henry? Did El create the upside down or was it there before? Why did it look like that when Henry first got sent there, but looks like Hawkins now? I know they’ll likely answer these questions next season, but there’s just too many questions and knowing now how shit the duffers are at writing, I doubt they’ll all be answered satisfactorily.

The terrible character development. By that, I mean that there was none. Literally no characters had any development. They were all exactly the same as they were at the start of the season. El is still dependent on Mike/isn’t her own person. Mike is still a fucking asshole who treats his friends like shit. Will is still in the closet and hiding his true feelings from everyone around him. Nancy and Jonathan are still lying to each other. Steve is still pining after Nancy. Robin is still pining after Vickie. I could go on and on.

The Duffers hate minorities + poor people. Will and Robin, the two queer characters, don’t get well rounded love interests like all of the straight characters, and Will in particular is made to suffer constantly. Lucas and Erica, the two black characters, are both physically assaulted. Max and Eddie, the two poorest characters, who are living in a trailer park, fucking die. (from @hellfireds) Oh, also? The Duffers filmed parts of s4 in a fucking Nazi prison, where Jewish people were held against their wills and killed. (from @artmuseumsandoldbooks)

I’m going to keep updating this list as I think of more things that are wrong with vol 2. There’s already so many things I could add if I decided to include the shit wrong with vol 1 as well, but vol 2 was significantly worse so I’m just gonna stick to that. Feel free to suggest anything else I should add to the list

In conclusion, FUCK THE DUFFERS

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thorinsbeard · 2 years

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Eddie

#stranger things season 4 spoilers #strangerthingsedit #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #beardys gifs

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melancholyofautvmn · 2 years

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[tender, emotional music playing] is on its way to becoming another "live slug reaction".

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things season 4 spoilers #stranger things s4 #stranger things s4 spoilers #live slug reaction #byler #lumax #jopper #will byers #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #joyce byers #jim hopper #[tender emotional music playing]#1k

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tripthlightfantastic · 2 years

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MAJOR VOL 2 SPOILERS!!

Nightmare || Eddie Munson/Reader

In light of vol 2, i feel the need to ignore what i just watched and make a comfort fic for all my fellow broken hearted eddie fans. So here is an AU where it was all a bad dream.

Also sorry this is shitty (not proofread or edited), I wrote this in about 30 minutes in my phone right after finishing the finale. (i’ll add a cut later)

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“I didn’t run away this time, right?” Eddie gurgled, blood splattering across his teeth and chin. Tears poured down your cheeks as you watched Dustin cradle Eddie’s broken body, tears of his own streaking down his cheeks as he reassured Eddie.

“No. No. No. No” Dustin stammered. “You didn’t run.”. Eddie’s smile was haunting as he struggled for breath. “You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?”. Eddie became serious, and Dustin desperately protested.

You couldn’t hear. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t do anything but watch as the love of your life took his final rattling breaths and went still in Dustin’s arms.

You screamed then, a broken, inhuman sound bubbled from deep within your chest and you pounded you fists into the ground. The pain just barely distracting you from the excruciating pain of your shattering heart. You felt like someone wrapped their hands around your lungs and squeezed as tight as they could.

You couldn’t breathe.

You couldn’t think.

You couldn’t—

“Y/N! Y/N wake up!”

You gasped as you shot up. You frantically scanned you surroundings and let out a ragged sob as you realized you were in your bedroom. Well, in Eddie’s bedroom. Eddie’s hands were gripping your upper arms as he desperately searched your eyes.

You cried out and wrapped your arms around him, weeping into his chest and running your hands all over his warm body. Real. This was real.

Eddie’s arms banded tightly around you and he pressed gentle kisses on your hair and wherever else he could reach. “What happened, Sweetheart?” he murmured into your ratted hair. You sniffled and pulled back to look at him.

He was real. He was alive. You ran your fingers across his face, over the curve of his nose, the flush of his cheeks, the roughness of his stubble. And finally the plush of his lips. You took in a jolting breathe and met his concerned eyes.

“I watched you die.” You whispered, still transfixed by him, the lack of blood staining his teeth and face. The absence of those awful haunting breathes that rattled his dying lungs.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed and he pressed his lips to yours. As he kisses you, his hands reached for yours, and he placed them against this chest. Over his heart.

He pulled away from your lips and leaned his forehead against yours, and you opened your eyes to find his boring into you. “Feel that?” he asked, and you closed your eyes, focusing on his heart beating steadily in his chest. You nodded and he leaned into to kiss you nose.

“I’m here. And i promise Im not going anywhere anytime soon. Okay baby?”. You whimpered, unable to string together a sentence. Eddie guided you back down to the bed and guided your head to lay over his heart. He pulled the blankets up around you and pressed kiss after gentle kiss to your forehead and hair.

“Go back to sleep, Sweetheart.” he muttered, fingertips running up and down your arms, “I’ll be here when you wake up. It was just a nightmare.”.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things season 4 #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #hurt/comfort #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things spoilers #stranger things season 4 spoilers

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